Why Must It?
Why must the sound of a human be his cries in the dark?
Why must the sound of a clown be her drowning to her love’s remark?
Why must it be when the sound of a mailman was his voice finally comin’ along?
Why must the sight of lighting be her raining alone?
Why must the sight of age drift to the creek of death’s home?
Why must it be when the sight of life was of a baby’s cries singing a song?
Why must the taste of pointed threats bluff with scorn?
Why must the taste of spoons reflect wasted words finally born?
Why must it be when the taste of truth died along with God's lies?
Why must the smell of hatred be like the bitter, winter cold?
Why must the smell of love be like a bold hold away from being trapped in something told?
Why must it be when the smell of mundane going be like a coffin where the walls aren't present?
Why must the feeling of revolution be possessed by a green eyed monster?
Why must the feeling of fear be the strongest when approached by a badge with honour?
Why must it be when the feeling in a clock’s feet never numbs?